Thongs

— 3-

When I heard him about to come back, I pulled the wide silk bag down over my head and shoulders as far as my waist and held it on the inside with my hands tight on my hips. Kicking and grunting on the bed as he entered, I presented the aspect of the naked lower half of a woman protruding violently from a large scarlet pod.

It took him at least ten seconds to reach the divan where I bucked about violently with my hairy mound in the hair.

"Carmencita!"

I grunted like a pig, my naked legs flailing about. He didn't speak again. He came at me, a beast of prey who had found a helpless and kicking victim in the forest. I felt myself grasped at the knees by strong fingers. They were forced apart and the weight of his front fell heavily between my thighs. He wasn't going to make any mistake this time. He intended to have me with his prick to its hilt in my cunt. I didn't fight him seriously. The fine muscles of my lower torso rippled under him until I felt the big prick sink in. It reminded me of the launching of a ship. The tip was placed, a little pressure exerted, and then … sloosh! as the hull cuts evenly into the water. Sunk in my cunt now, he flattened my legs under him, twisting his own sinewy ones around mine like creepers, riveting me to the bed. And then I felt him work at the bag. He intended to have me and not the anonymous cunt that hung down like a half-unwrapped lollipop. I relaxed entirely under him and when he slid the bag first over my belly and then on upwards over my swelling breasts I made no effort to hinder him. I breathed deeply as though he had overpowered me, as though now that his eyes stared into mine, I was truly his, and my eyes said so and the twitch of my nostrils and my wet red lips.

He was lying on top of me now with his whole body, his cock still sunk in me at my vital center, our legs entwined, our bellies met, my breasts securely within his hollowed shoulders, and our mouths feeding on each other, gently.

The movement came slowly, like an earthquake gathering its power in the earth's bowels, a slight stiffening at the thighs answered at mine by a softening, by a concurrence of the soft flesh. His member slid tentatively out and in, just once. As though to echo, my buttocks moved, just a tremor, but it made the sweat pad of my belly vibrate against his and showed him I was ready for despoiling.

"Now!" I whispered, rubbing my soft neck against his chin.

Ram. To the hilt. And then up like a fish spraying water and down into the deep! His movements began furtively and were answered with furtive consent. They continued with increasing violence, our bellies together, my mound nuzzling like a great black bull trying to push down a fence, and my cunt stuck and struck, a prickfuck.

Again he didn't take long to come, a few moments of frenzied passion and his semen leapt boiling from his groin. I received him with a moan, as though he had touched me at my inmost nerve. And then I held him, my belly slithering and shuddering against his, until my cunt sucked the last drop from his prick. It was becoming dark. I covered us with a counterpane of silk. I took his head on my breast and we slept.